the orb of night casts its

numerous rays of light

against the cold damp pavement

the absence i begin to feel

angry familiar thoughts fill my head

as they start to boil in my brain

they wont leave, oh how foolish

i was, my fragile hurried hands

reach out for you

but i see i am alone

my body is weak and heavy

hard drops of rain beat heavily

down apon my back

sitting on your back steps

Oct 17, 2012

Wat I think i am
  What i'm not
Wat i dont wanna be
   Wat I need is to lose some
   its not  healthy
    But dont wanna be too skinny
       So I'll stay chubby

Ah...
So busy doing something  
Never ends
   No breaks seems
    & u still creep in my mind
     SO this way I don't
    Over  react  
         Relaxed
Always better days
     To come

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

What is the price
Thou wouldst payeth for love;
Ask thyself that
And if thou wouldst payeth the price in blood.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Flapping wings;
Uncertain destiny;
Frivolous flight;
Head held high.

Dreams galore;
Clouded vision;
Brightest light;
Hope held high.

Strength anew;
Dreaded fights;
Blessed life?
Sword held high.

A gentle breeze;
A warm sunshine;
A drop of rain;
A wave of joy;
A shine of star;
A friend's shoulder;
A soft whisper;
A glimmering moon;
A lover's kiss;

.. an eternal dream!

Flows like the waves within;
Stirs like a storm,
Gathers like the raindrops,
And often drowns the forlorn.